There I am, nursing my third cup of coffee, longing for my Memory Foam mattress and imagining how much more sane I would be if I weren’t a reporter, didn’t have many friends, didn’t live near family, and had enough free time to watch the occasional TV show. Then I’d know what “bored†meant. Then I could feel as carefree as the chicks behind me, swapping stories about their (blissful, worry- and deadline-free) nights of Sex and the City marathons and ...
There I am, nursing my third cup of coffee, longing for my Memory Foam mattress and imagining how much more sane I would be if I weren’t a reporter, didn’t have many friends, didn’t live near family, and had enough free time to watch the occasional TV show. Then I’d know what “bored†meant. Then I could feel as carefree as the chicks behind me, swapping stories about their (blissful, worry- and deadline-free) nights of Sex and the City marathons and ...
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